PsychBay (With No Hyphen!)

> Within fifteen minutes, there was a lineup of seven people, as he
> was talking to an eighth, writing down facts, prescribing
> medication and generally doing things that would annoy and anger Dr
> Keto no end once he looked out of his window or door.
Dr Keto looked out of his door as he walked by, crossing his office
to place the medibay rotas on one of his shelves.
There was a pause.
Dr Keto walked back past the door, backwards, still holding the
rotas and with his eyes frozen into a stupified gaze.
Finally, there was a thump as the rotas hit the floor.
"I...I...he...I...wh...CEREBRUM!" Keto managed, as he flung the
door of his office open and stormed out into the medibay proper. A
couple of nearby psychiatric patients recoiled slightly, but Cerebrum
didn't even flinch.
"I will NOT have you using MY medibay as your psychiatric pit!"
shouted Keto, "As you were so kind to point out in your previous
communicado, this is a place for trained medical personnel - NOT for
insane practitioners of arts that if properly applied would likely
change every crewmember here beyond all recognition! Get out! GET
OUT!"
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OOC: Care to get out? ;)